The South western news., 1887-06-01
A Romance in Life.
From Forecastle and Coal Yard to
the Pulpit,

so wonderful that some will say
that it is but romance-a story of
love and its elimination as a fitting
and final triumph.
One evening last week pretty
wedding was solemnized at beau
tiful residence in Boxbury. The
bride was attired in heavy white
silk, and wore a voluminous white
veil. Scores of intelligent men and
beautiful women crowded about
with their congratulations. Many
and costly we're the gifts which
were bestowed upon the pridal pair
by their friends, and many were
the congratulations which were
showered upon them, But this is
anticipating.
1t was about fifteen years ago
that a vessel flying a foreign flag
entered the harbor of Providence,
r I. Among the crew was young
Norwegian, scarcely more than a
lad, who, as the vessel entered the
bay and finally dropped anchor in
the outer harbor, gazed upon the
almost matchless beauty OF the
Narragansett shores. His heart
swelled within him as he thought
of this as the W estern land OF
promise, of which he had so often
heard, and a great determination
rose in his heart to make this his
future home, to bring hither his
widowed mother and establish for
them both habitation in the land
of liberty.
His voyage over, he received the
pittance due him and went on
shore. He was lone, a stranger
in a strange land. True, he could
speak English, for he had been
taught the language in the Norwe,
gian schools. Beyond this he was
helpless, Where should he turn
Whittier should he go?
He wandered along the docks
until he reached the great iron
drawbridge which spans the river
almost at its mouth. Halt cross,
ing the bridge he stopped in mid
stream and stood gazing down the
bay. He could see the vessel in
which he came, the only home he
knew. The flag still futtered at
the peak and seemed to call to him
to return to the land of the North.
But he could not do that. He had
resolved to test this new world and
see what it had in store for him.
But where should he look for shell,
ter; to whom should he look fol-
aid.
For some time he stood thus
gazing down the bay and lost il
reverie. He did not hear the slow
tramp of horse and the dull
rumble Of wheels upon the planki
of the bridge. He did not motto,
that the vehicle suddenly stopped
near him and that a pleasant-facet
gentleman was leaning from bug
gy and looking intently at him. A
moment more and he was startled
by an exclamation .
'HulloP
The young Norwegian turned
and saw what has been described
The gentleman in the buggy beck
oned to him. He drew near Won
dering.
'N no are you, young man
What are you standing here for
asked the gentleman, kindly.
4 am Norwegian sailor, sir,
answered the young man. i hav,
just reached your country, and
think l will stay if l can find I
home and work
Perhaps / can help you. Get il
with me. l will see what l can d.
for you
The Norwegian complied, still
wondering, He was taken to tn,
house of Swedish employee Of hi
newly-found friend, where h,
found a temporary home. In /;
few days work was provided TO
him, and his career in this countr,
was fairly begun.
The limits of newspaper articl
are insufficient to tell the tale o
the subsequent decade. BY hare
labor he succeeded in saving mon
ey to bring his mother to lis new
home. Then his happiness wa
complete. But not loug after he
arrival he was thrown out of work
This was in the hard winter 0
1876. Nothing opened for hin
save 81 situation in a coal ward